Short Stories Romance
Throes
“Nav, wake!” said my father woke me up.
He always wakes up in a third of the night. Mr. a pelvic porters in the harbor, leaving at about six in the morning to a port not far from our home. Sometimes I feel sorry for my job. In his old age, he still had to earn a living.
I asked to stop college and replace the position of the father as a breadwinner. We just live alone.
“Pak, why not marry again ‘sih?”
“For what? I am old,” he replied.
“’Kan from the beginning Naveen has told Father,” replied I am still chewing food full in the mouth.
“Then you eat no need to talk, later sprains!”
I always avoid talking about marriage. Mother has left Father from the past. I don't know, what's the reason? To this day, I have never met my mother again. Honestly, the mind longs to feel the love of a mother. However, gradually the taste faded and turned to hate when he heard that the mother had remarried to a wealthy man. Mom seemed to forget that she had me. His kid.
“Pak, Naveen's off campus, huh? Let Naveen can join the cooperation of Mr.”, I asked the Father who wants to go to work.
“Nav!” He held both of my shoulders and stared intently at this pair of brown neutrals. “Bapak just asked, you are a real lecture. Achieve the highest level of knowledge so that one day you become a successful person. Unlike Mr. who is just a port porters,” the door.
Highlight this twilight man starting to dew slightly. It seems, you are keeping a wound because of this circumstance.
I nodded, “Yes, Sir!” Only that word can silence the lips of the Father so as not to continue his speech.
“Ya already, Father leaving, yes?” he said that then bolted with a motorbike that often broke down.
***
I am a student at one of the campuses in Bandar Lampung. Majoring in Economics and Business. I hope one day to be a good businessman.
College gets a smart scholarship, does not mean completely free without spending the slightest money.
The phone vibrated while I was in the campus cafeteria. I'll pick up the phone right away when there's a phone number coming in from your workplace.
“Halo?” my mouth's on the phone.
“Is this really Naveen's number, son of Mr Andra?” answer from within the phone.
“Iya, Sir. What's up, huh?”
“I reported that Mr. Andra collapsed at the port.”
Surprised to hear bad news. I rushed the gas to the port. It is quite a distance between the port and the campus.
God, may you be well!
***
Arriving at the port. I saw that Father was conscious, but with a very pale face.
“Pak! Father why?” ask me after being next to my father.
“Father is fine, Nav,” he replied with a smile.
“We're going to the hospital huh, sir?” take me to Father.
Father shook his head, “Not need, rest a while is also healthy. Father just soybean,” elaknya.
Kkruuck!
Suddenly my stomach rang loud enough that my ears heard it.
“Map hungry?” I asked as I looked at his old face.
The curvature on his lips was engraved doubtfully. “I-iya, this morning Mr. did not eat,” he replied that made me stunned. “Tadi mornings, I gave breakfast to beggars who came to the house because it did not have the heart.”
It is heartbroken to hear your confession. I felt useless, until unknowingly the cheeks had gotten wet. I didn't want to cry but tears came out on their own.
“Hey, when your son cried? Don't crybaby!”
That's what you always plant. ‘Do not crybaby!’ Two very heavy words run, two words that always make me claustrophobic when looking at all the reality that befalls our family.
Father left Mom, had to work a bone slam and still take care of the house. I'm so useless. A sense of regret that enveloped him. If only I had a lot of money, I might not suck like this.
“It's lunch, sir!” said one of the men.
“Content,” replied the Father while grabbing the rice wrap.
“Naveen, can we talk outside?” take the man.
I nodded, “Father eat first. Naveen out for a while.”
The man walked out of the room and I followed. On a bench we sat side by side. With a sea view that stretches wide in front of us. Breezy sea breeze but still dominated by the stinging heat. Shown when you are working to lift things.
“Do you know that your father often does not eat breakfast?” he said open the conversation.
My eyes are rounded. Because as far as I know, you are already at the dinner table and it is as if you are having breakfast.
“Actually, I'm not too sure either. It's just that I often hear stomach rumbling when he works,” said the man like slicing sembilu.
I only listen because this self does not know.
“It has been a month that there are women who come to the port. Andra looked happy when she came. I don't know who he is. I asked, but your father never answered.”
A lady? Wh who? Would you marry again?
Pursue the question that is in the heart. Not long after, the man who chatted without mentioning his name pointed to a middle-aged woman. Her clothes look very neat and fashionable. He breezed and went into the room where the Father was in it.
Who her?
“That's the woman who always comes here, Nav,” said the man who was sitting next to me.
“Excuse me, Sir. I want to go to the room Mr. for a while,” pamitku who then stood from the bench we were sitting on.
Walking a little hastily, wanting to know who the woman who met the Father was?
The door is slightly open. I started listening to their conversation. He fell down and cried in front of the woman.
“Sorry, Re. I can't make our son happy,” said the father.
“You are innocent, Mas. Precisely I am proud of Mas who has raised our child,” replied the woman.
Our kid? Mammy? Is that the mother I've been missing all this time? Oh, naw! He has left me. How could I miss a woman like that? He obviously left me and my father.
“I'm sorry Renata. Because of my lies, Naveen hates you,” said the father still with a downcast look.
“Why should I apologize? I was the one who told you, Mom. I'd love Naveen to hate me, because the truth is I abandoned him. I'm sorry, Mas!” The woman fell down in front of the Father.
The heart is confused by this situation. I need to ask them for an explanation. Finally the door opened wide. Suddenly, there was a shocked look from the two when they saw me.
“Actually what happened?” ask me in front of the Father and the twilight woman.
“Naveen?” the answer of the two coincided with the eyes that were equally round. Maybe they were surprised to see me standing in front of them.
Silent.
The eyes of the woman and the Father looked at each other. It was as if there was something they were going to talk about but were confused as to where to start.
“Actually, Wrong Mom here, Son!” said the middle-aged woman who might be my mother. I forgot his face.
“Not, Nav! But the wrong Father,” said Mr. chimed.
“STOP! Naveen wanted to hear the real answer. Don't even cover each other like this!”
Finally, I reveal the veil of the past. He told me about his marriage with a mother who did not get the blessing of her parents. In the past, you were an employee in a large company that was none other than a company owned by your parents. They fell in love and decided to get married with no blessing. Finally, I got fired from my job. Father's economy got worse when I was born into the world. So that the mother's parents back to pull the mother with them. You can not do anything because it is their agreement to make the mother happy. The age of marriage that runs two years, must run aground because the father is considered to fail to make the mother happy at that time.
I took a deep breath and slowly pummeled. I hope my emotions do not enslave at this time, which leaves hatred for the parents of mothers who are none other than my grandfather and grandmother.
“Your mother always sends you money, Nav. But I always gave it to the orphanage. Don't hate your mom, Nav. This is all the fault of Mr!”
Silent.
Only silence is happening at this time. There are many questions in my heart, but I cannot explain them. Perhaps over time, the question will be answered on its own.
***
Since then. My conversation with my mother went well. The love that used to be only in wishful thinking, now I get it for real.
“Bu, why did you want to marry you?”
“Your father is a tough guy, Nav. Although we had to split up, but I am proud of Mas Andra because he is a strong and tough figure. Evidently, she can raise you well and affectionately.”
“Do you not want to go back with Father?” I narrowed my eyes, having doubts about this question.
“Mother wants, Nav. But Mom is shy, we are old,” he replied with a chuckle and flushed cheeks.
“Mother know not?” I know what I intentionally hung.
“Tau what?”
“It seems like I love Mom too much. Evidently, until now you are still alone even though Naveen often told him to marry again.”
Mom's cheeks are getting red. Ahh, it's like seeing ABG fall in love. Are all men like this when they are in love?
“You need to know, Nav. Mas Andra in the eyes of Mother is the toughest man. He always said, ‘The tough guy will melt in the woman he loves’, that word that your father always emphasizes for Mom. You cannot open your heart to another man. I choose to live alone without an escort if I can't be with your Father.”
Yes Allah .. It turns out that both my parents love each other. Their love still blossoms even though they are no longer together.
“May you guys get the best. Naveen is happy that you can come back.”
My mother hugged me warm.
The father, who I think is the toughest man, was crushed in front of a loved woman. Who else if not my mother? He is the only one who can melt the heart of tough men who become role models in life.
